silver moons

• dragonslayer albümünden bir sunset rubdown şarkısı.
  
  confetti floats away, like dead leaves in the wagon's wake
  there were parties here in my honor, 'til you sent me away
  
  and now silver moons belong to you
  
  passing the baton from the old mare to the fawn
  it was out of line but it was fun, didn't you love the part right before the dawn?
  
  and now silver moons belong to you
  
  i'm off to the ballet and to practice all these ancient ways
  tell the news kids where i hid the wind, tell their fathers that i'm on my way
  
  hey, hey, maybe the days are over, over now
  maybe these days are over, over now
  and i loved it better than anyone else you know
  
  and i believe in growing old with grace
  i believe she only loved my face
  i believe i acted like a child
  making faces at acquired tastes
  
  and now silver moons belong to you
  
  and silver moons belong to you
  
  i'm off to the ballet and practice all these ancient ways
  tell the new kids where i hid the wine. tell their fathers that i'm on my way
  
  maybe these are over over now
  i think maybe these days are over, over now
  i believe in growing old with grace, i believe she only loved my face
  and i think maybe these days are over, over now
  
  gone are the days bonfires make me think of you
  looks like the prophecy came true
  you are a fallen tree. he is a fallen tree
  how old are you? no, how old are you?
  
  under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
  there's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
  over are the days that the congas made your hair
  sway around to the cadence of your hey-o hey-o cheer
  
  under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
  there's an ocean and a tide and a riot in the square
  over are the days that the congas made your hair
  sway around to the cadence of your hey-o hey-o cheer
  
  under the all the folds of the dresses that you wear
  sway around to the cadence of your voice when you sang there